BROWN
The Bright witch chewed on her lip and wrung her hands together. Mavic had been helping her ‘become one’ with her inside magic. He explained, many times, if she could burrow deep inside of herself, she could release her family’s power within herself. It sounded easy enough. Get one with thyself and pop that lock except . . . it still hadn’t happened. Every time he cast a spell that would help her become in tune with herself, something went awry. The first couple of times, his magic bounced off her and spread throughout the room. Objects that weren’t supposed to be alive came alive. A couch began singing a One Direction song once. Mavic zapped the couch a.s.a.p., quicker than Brown wanted. She enjoyed the song, but when a lamp started doing the Whip and Nae song, complete with dancing, he cut off all those efforts.
The next few weeks were spent where he blasted her with magic. Instead of having her awaken inside, he was trying to do the deed himself. All that ended horribly too. His own magic cut back inside of himself and he ended with a nosebleed that could’ve filled a small pond. Brown felt bad after seeing that side effect. She could live with the dancing couches and lamps, but seeing her trainer in physical pain, she had to keep reminding herself of the end goal to stop from calling it quits.
Help Davy.
That was her reason to keep going. She had to help her friend, no matter how many nosebleeds Mavic endured. It wasn’t until the last week where they finally made progress. He had her drink a concoction. When she asked what it was, he wouldn’t tell her. He pushed the cup against her lips and growled, “Drink.”
She did.
Davy’s vampire boyfriend brought this guy to help her so she had to trust him. She closed her eyes and drank the bitter tasting liquid. It churned her stomach, making her feel nauseous, but Mavic clamped his hand over her mouth and began uttering words under his breath. He was spelling the liquid and she began to sputter, feeling it spark to life inside of her. Her body seized, wanting it out of her. Her stomach began to spasm, trying to push it all back up, but even when it hit her mouth again, ready to spew outwards, her lips wouldn’t open. They’d been spelled shut. The liquid kept trying to break free, but nothing. Her mouth wouldn’t open and a scream built up inside of her. It was like cement hitting cement. Pain sliced through her, then backed up and rammed through her over and over again. She was bleeding inside. She tasted it among the bile, but Mavic was undisturbed. His hand remained over her mouth, and his head went down. He kept the same chant until her body surrendered.
The liquid began to seep inside of her, merging with her body’s organs and down to the cellular level. It was becoming one with her, and casting one last chant, Mavic backed up. He held his hand still in the air, but it wavered. He was ready to slam it against her mouth again if need be, but as he watched, he saw the transformation begin.
The spell was working how it should’ve. It was moving throughout the witch. It was a physical structure, therefore it couldn’t be spelled from her like all the other magic he cast, but it could root out wherever her magic was locked up. It was supposed to find the location inside of her and it would help unlock it. He knew The Immortal had been able to do the same, but with The Immortal’s power. His wasn’t as strong, but if anything would help, this would, or he hoped. His choices of getting her magic unlocked were fast depleting.
Brown watched him as he watched her, but she was held immobile. She couldn’t move, not during whatever was going on with her body still happening. She felt the change inside of her. The liquid found her core, and it settled there. It was her spiritual core, where her magic was, and she closed her eyes, suddenly knowing what was going to happen.
The magic he forced inside of her was going to do a full-on assault where her magic was, to open it up. She knew it was going to be painful, and she had a second to brace herself.
Then it began, and a scream erupted from deep inside of her, lifting her body in the air.
LUCAN
He stared down at Kates’s bloodied body. He had broken her so many times, mended her, and then broke her again. As it was now, she was done. He saw that she was at the edge. She had no will, no fight, nothing more.
He withdrew from the table that he tossed her onto and grabbed a washcloth. Wiping at the blood left on his hands, he washed himself clean and glanced over when the door opened to the room.
Jiyama stood there, her eyes going to Kates’s broken body first. An emotion akin to sympathy flashed in her gaze before she said, “Three of our men never returned from their mission. They’re believed to be dead.”
Davy . . .